A/n: Hey lovebunnies, here we are. Chapter two. This story has completely consumed my life. Okay. That's enough talking. (No beta) ~Kiz

Warnings/Tags: No changes at this time.

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter. Year 8 AU. EWE? Y'know what they say? The gays be gay, and lord I be gay.


Draco glared across the empty common room, everyone else either out or gone off to bed. Harry Potter laying there on a couch. His glasses off, sitting on the floor with his wand, a blanket thrown haphazardly across his body, his arms stuffed behind his head.

Draco watched him, his eyes closed as he laid there. Stupid Potter. He took a step forward, thinking it was too late now to lose his nerve. He let out a huff in annoyance, watching Potter open his eyes and look towards him. He didn't know how well he could see without his glasses, but the fact Harry was squinting he assumed it wasn't well enough.

"Potter," Draco snapped at him. Harry reached for his glasses, but Draco pushed them away, "make room." He did not want Harry seeing him.

"Make room?" Harry asked, before grunting when he felt Draco shoving his side. "It's a fucking couch Malfoy!" He said, thinking after he should have asked, why the fuck would I make room for you?

Draco watched as Harry shifted to his side, his back pressed to the back cushion, and then Draco was right there. Their bodies pressed against each other, "stupid prat," he growled at the man, jerking the pillow away from Harry towards him and laying on it.

Harry sighed, annoyed. His eyes tried to find Draco but he couldn't make him out well. Draco laid there, next to him, crammed against him. He felt Harry tense beside him, and Draco knew he, himself, wasn't exactly relaxed.

They were quiet, until Harry finally spoke up, however long it had been, "why don't you go to your bed?"

"Why don't you go to your bed?" Draco retorted, frowning.

Harry sighed, again, and then he moved them. The blonde let out a startled noise as Harry hooked his arm around him, shifted and then laid him on his chest. Draco flushed, hot and pink, pressed against Harry, who finally relaxed beneath him. "You're bony as fuck Malfoy," he said as if he needed to explain why he moved them, as if Draco had asked.

Draco 'tsked' quietly, his leg sliding over Harry's and his head pressed to his bare chest.

The silence grew, Harry's heart hammering away and Draco could hear it, hell he could practically feel it. Fucking Potter, he thought in annoyance, stupid prick. Making me worried. Making me come down here and check on him. Though, Draco reasoned he hadn't really checked on him. He just laid on him. Stupid Potter making me lay on him!

He felt it suddenly, the soft touch on his back as Harry's hand slid up and down his nightshirt, rubbing his back slowly. He felt Harry relaxing, and he wanted to look at him but he didn't move. He couldn't move. Then he heard it, the way Harry's heart returned to a normal rhythm, and then his hand went slack against his body, before trailing down behind him, his breathing even.

Draco took a nervous breath, shutting his eyes. Trying his hardest to quiet his mind, to quiet it all.

Draco startled, he wasn't sure what time it was, but it was dark. The fire low just over across the way, the windows behind the divan still showing stars. He felt Harry tensing beneath him, mumbled words coming from his lips. Draco moved, looking up, watching.

Harry stilled after a moment, before another set of fidgets worked through him.

Draco slid his hand against Harry's body, rubbing his side. "It's okay, Potter." He said softly, watching his face. "You're not alone." Harry relaxed, again, and Draco moved to lay back down, tucking himself against Harry's torso. "You're not alone," he whispered, nuzzling against his shoulder. "I'm here."

Harry woke quietly, looking down his torso. He could see the outline of Draco pressed to him, the two sharing his blanket. He could feel his body heat, his breathing, his hair tickling his jaw, his hand gripping his side.

Harry didn't want to move, he just wanted to lay there. To drink it in, to soak it up. He felt nervous, but he also felt happy. For the first time in a long time. He felt rested, and he couldn't remember the last time he felt rested, it had been too long.

He rubbed his hand down Draco's back, slowly, feeling him over his clothing. He lowered his head, his nose brushing against Draco's hair, the top of his head. He smelled like eucalyptus and mint, Harry took a breath, before laying back.

Fuck, he sighed, I don't even know what to say. How to say it?

Draco stirred, against him, and Harry froze. Should I pretend to sleep? Should I say something?

Draco took a breath, stretching his legs, then he moved and was looking at Harry. Harry felt him push his glasses into place, and then green eyes met gray.

"Good morning," Draco said evenly, softly. His eyes searching Harry's, taking it in. It was different, in the morning light then it was in the dark.

"'Morning," Harry answered, about to move when Draco pressed back against him.

"I'm tired," Draco huffed, quietly, deciding Harry wasn't mad.

Harry laid there, relaxing back against the couch. "Oh?"

"You're shit to sleep with, Potter."

Harry cleared his throat, "I didn't ask you to sleep with me."

"No, you didn't." Draco agreed, curling against Harry's body. "I doubt you would ever ask me for anything." Harry didn't know what that meant, exactly. "So, don't."

"Okay, I won't." Harry whispered, his hand pressed to Draco's back again, rubbing it softly. "I…."

"No," Draco answered, his arm around Harry's body, his head on his chest. "I'm still tired."

Harry chuckled, softly, shaking his head. "You go back to hating me when we get up?"

Draco lifted the shoulder not pressed between Harry's body and the couch, "do you want me to hate you, Potter?"

Harry sighed, "not really, Malfoy." He held him, feeling Draco drifting off back to sleep, and he soon followed.

"Harry, mate," Neville was whispering, giving Harry's arm a soft push.

"Mm?"

"You two need to get up," Neville whispered softly.

Harry opened his eyes, able to see and he realized he had fallen asleep with his glasses on. "What?"

"It's nearly 9, mate."

"Oh," he looked down at Draco, who was still asleep pressed against him like he was. "Right."

Neville stood up and headed towards the door, where Harry saw Ron and Hermione talking.

"Uh, Malfoy," Harry said quietly, giving his back a slight probe.

"Mm?"

"Wake up, for real this time."

Draco opened his eyes slowly, tilting his head back to look at Harry, "I was tired," he whispered, having no intention to move.

"Yeah, I remember, I'm shit to sleep with."

Draco's lips turned up in a small smile, "that. Bloody fit though," he closed his eyes again, his hand grasping at Harry's side.

Harry felt himself blush and he knew Draco could feel it, as well. "We'll miss breakfast," Harry said instead of anything damning.

"Hm," Draco nodded his understanding, but again made no move to get up.

Harry chuckled, watching him, "are you still tired, Malfoy?" He figured they had slept, at least, another four hours.

"No," Draco answered, "just enjoying this."

"O-oh," Harry whispered, shocked.

"We're supposed to enjoy things," Draco answered, his voice quiet, "because we almost died and whatever else your red headed friend said last night after asking if I'd hex you."

"Malfoy," Harry took a nervous breath, "look…." He didn't know what to say, fuck, it was hard enough to think with this man pressed up against him.

"Ah, I get it," Draco opened his eyes, and shrugged, "you don't enjoy this."

"No," Harry sighed, "I do enjoy this. I just…. I don't know. Fuck."

"I can feel that you enjoy this," Draco said honestly, his hand sliding along Harry's side. "Your heart is going a mile a minute." Harry had a feeling that wasn't what he meant, but he didn't say anything about the other. "I can go back to ignoring you, if you'd rather, Potter. How'd you say it earlier? Hating you?"

"I don't think I would rather that." Harry studied his face, "heaven knows I've had a crush on you since I laid my eyes on you."

"That was a long time ago."

"It was." Harry chuckled, "a few days ago you were cursing me."

"A few days ago?" Draco smiled, a real smile, a laugh coming from him. "Potter, I was cursing you last night." Harry chuckled, rolling his eyes, "and I'm sure I'll be cursing you a little later today."

"Probably, yeah, knowing you."

Draco moved, slowly, kicking his legs over and then he was sitting next to Harry, looking down at him. "Tonight we can sleep in my bed."

"Tonight?"

"I'm not sleeping on the fucking settee again, Potter."

"Okay, okay." Harry rolled his eyes, watching the blonde run a hand through his short sleep-mussed hair. "This a thing, then, Malfoy?"

"It's whatever this is," Draco stretched, arching his back, "so, just leave it at that."

"I've never been good at leaving things as they are."

"I'm aware," Draco shot a glance at him, smirking, "coming?"

"Yeah, yeah." Harry looked away from Draco, before moving so he was sitting up next to him. "Go ahead, I'll get this cleaned up."

Draco, smirk still on his lips, stood, "another added benefit of a bed. It's private." He walked away towards the stairs.

Harry shook his head, staring after him, what does that mean? It's private? Fuck, Malfoy.